Michael hammers in the peg, tosses the mallet to one side and straightens up, hands pressing into the small of his back. “That’s the last one.” He blows air. “I think we can declare that a decent day’s work.”
“I’ll give you that one.” The weather, which was a touch cool this morning, now has me overheating in the thin sunshine. And I ache. It grieves me to admit it, even to myself, but it’s taking me time to heal fully.
ache.Still, the marquee’s up. The job’s done.
#missionaccomplished
Ryan swipes cupped palms over his face and forehead, “Bloody hard work, isn’t it. When you’re doubled over all the time…” He brightens, looking toward the hall. “Ah, perfect timing. They come bearing gifts.”
Kirstie’s carrying a tray of beers, Beth another, with sandwiches. Kirstie offers out her tray,
